Monday, July 10, 2017

home again home again jiggety jig

in which our plucky heroine returns broken but unbowed....

This year ATWW was extra long, instead of a long weekend we got almost a weeklong SCA event at the lovely site near the southern Oregon coast. The moon was rising towards full, so the nights were well lit, and several mornings the cool mist from the ocean twisted its way down the valley and cooled the weather.

That lovely site, however, along a twisty creekside road, is several large pasture fields, with trees here and there and no real pathways or flat places. Cows and horses don't care about that, but the long event was really challenging for me physically, since getting anywhere involved walking (over very uneven ground mowed farm field) and my already damaged ankle was most unhappy at being asked to repeatedly take me overland from my tent to the portapots, particularly in the middle of the night, and to the few things I determined I had enough spoons to manage.

The good parts were that the class on block carving I taught was well received, I got to witness Vanya propose marriage to his ladylove (I have known young Vanya his whole 22 years of life, and his parents were some of my first SCA friends), and I had a chance to have a bit of a visit with Eilis who I dearly love and as she lives in Berkeley, almost never see these days. The other good thing is that all the clothing I made for them, and for Blue Cedar House over the month of June worked out really well, fit everyone, and were put to good use during the event.
Vanya and Elizabeth

Other than those few good aspects the event was pretty grueling. I was in tears more than once. I began to doubt that camping with my friends was a good idea. I spent a lot of time remembering all the various activities that just a few years ago were so very easy that I rarely gave them thought, like walking from one end of the site to the other, or from camp to the portable shower truck on the other side of the creek... I sure am not 25 any more. I am not even 45 any more. Not only do I have no spoons left, I am not sure there is anything left of my "kitchen utensils" at all...

July SMART goals (x=extra)
1 20 enamels for Wastekeep xx
2 tiny peach enamel xx
3 tiny linen bag x x
4 x x x
5 xx x
6 x x x
7 x x x
8 x x x
9 x x x
10 x x x
11 x x x
12 x x x
13 x x x
14 x x x
15 x x x


  1. Sounds like a mixed blessing. Sorry you did not get to participate in the SWAP photos after all your hard work.

  2. I love the change of seasons and I can only imagine you are looking forward to the fall. Take it easy on that ankle, and heal up soon.

  3. I never heard that expression "no spoons left." Had to look it up. Thanks for expanding my vocabulary!

    I highly recommend hiking poles when walking is difficult. It is amazing how much easier walking is with such poles; they take some pressure off the lower extremities. They aren't very expensive. It is important to buy the right size for your height. I have not had good luck with the collapsible ones, though.